
When you get to a certain age, you may well decide (like me) to pick and choose from new technologies, new music, and new trends. For instance, I do not own a Smart Phone and especially distrust the notion of using one for economic transactions. I didn’t work at an accounting office for more than twenty years without closely reconciling accounts so that I had a good idea of what I was spending.
As far as new music is concerned, I consider rap to be little better than noise. In fact, the same goes for much current pop music. I like current jazz and even current classical and folk music.
But what I particularly want to talk about are touch screens. There’s something about the imprecision of selecting options that drives me up the wall. That particularly goes for small screens. You hit an option, and it as often as not doesn’t take at first, requiring multiple attempts. Even on my Amazon Kindle, various screens pop up that I did not select.
Perhaps the very worst touch screen activity is using a touch screen keyboard, especially where there is not enough space between characters on the keyboard.

No Way, José!
Fortunately, larger touch screen displays are not quite so objectionable. For instance, the screens one must fill out for an airline boarding pass or upon returning from a foreign country are okay.
I think that, past a certain age, one gets to the point that newer technologies are trickier to manipulate. Younger people who live all day with their small screens develop the proper tiny sharp finger data entry skills. As for myself, I’ll stick to my caveman existence.
What you seem to be saying, at this certain age, is that you are instinctively distrusting, disenchanted, and disinterested in almost anything that wasn’t invented by your own generation. Have you also noticed that technology has ruined the beautiful uncertainties of sport, that even university graduates can’t spell, that 95% of the police force seem to have finished high school just last year (or, more likely, haven’t) and that there are suddenly 350,000 different superlatives interchangeable with the word good or, alternatively, with the word bad? Have you noticed that your TV set has a choice of eleven million shows to watch every night, all of them worse than Gilligan’s Island?
Yeah. Me too.
Too true.